Book Description
My son joined the Army in 2005. He was 18 years old. He was my youngest child and my only son. When he became a teenager, he wanted to go to Arizona to live with his father. His father and I had joint custody in Missouri in case he ever changed his mind and wanted to come home to me. I only saw him a week in the summer and a few days at Christmas. The divorce decree said I was to have him all summer and every holiday. From previous experience with his father I knew this would never happen. When he went to the Army his father would not even give his sister his address because he didn't want her to give it to me. I went to an Army recruiter but his office was closed. I found a Navy recruiter who found out my son was at Fort Hood. When my letters started coming back "not at Fort Hood," I wrote to the government. I received a reply within a week and started writing and sending packages to him and his buddies. When I first knew he was in Iraq I would wake myself up praying for him and his buddies.